That's when you stutter something profound.

11:00 a.m.: According to Marko, my assignment today is "copy copy copy copy copy," which is weird because usually it's like "copy copy tapdance copy luau ratcatching copy bothering Owen copy copy" and it'll be sort of boring without all those things to break it up. I'm dead tired today so I'm slouched in my chair with my hood up listening to Portishead and working on more SEO pages and sort of halfheartedly eating an apple. Eating always feels like such a commitment in the summer for some reason. And it's cold in here.

2:05 p.m.: Back from lunch with Owen. We're both pretty quiet people, so when we go out with Marko he gets all nervous because we aren't talking; when it's just us lunches are fairly low-key affairs and it's nice. Take his word for it on Idiot Ghost. Reminds me of Iron & Wine, who I'm listening to right now. At this very moment: The Trapeze Swinger, the nine and a half minute aural equivalent of lying on your back in the grass on a perfect fall day next to someone that makes you happy. I'm finishing my Coke and feeling sleepily alright.

3:00 p.m.: A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love. (Since when is spam profound?)

4:00 p.m.: I think I'm killing all effects of caffeine by listening to the Shins.

6:00 p.m.: Having sent off fifteen pages of copy (copy copy copy copy) at the last possible minute, I can now go home, without even having falling asleep at the keyboard once. (Probably because I napped on break.)

Stay tuned for the next thrilling update, coming tomorrow to a blog near you! No, not that near. Slightly to the left, there you go.